So last night began as a pretty normal night. We were heading to dinner when a tire blew out and we were stranded on the side of the interstate. Allan did what he does and pulled all the necessary tools out to change the tire. I held the flashlight, watching as he starting turning the tire wrench and pulling lug nuts off the tire. Even in the deep South we have a few chilly winters and last night it was even windy and cold (for us, LOL). I was in a skirt and doing my best to be a good helper despite the chilly weather.
But we soon ran into a problem. The lug nuts were stripped because the tire shop had used that big loud air compressed tool to tighten them. So there was no tread to turn them off the tire. I watched as Allan studied the ones he had removed that weren't stripped. He turned them over and over in his hand. Then out came his big pocket knife and some other tools. Long story short....these lug nuts had metal covers on them. I watched as my tarzan man-handled these metal bolts and ripped the metal covers off of them by hand. This was no easy feat. Allan is a big strong guy and it took a great deal of grunting and effort to get them off. When the last one finally ripped open and I watched him pull it off, he smiled up at me from the windy dark interstate. I think a little piece of my heart melted from the smile but a whole bunch of pieces were feeling submissive and girly watching him save the day.
We finally reached the restaurant and had a nice private little booth when he pulled out the new rules list he had been working on yesterday. We had a few verbal rules since starting DD but nothing too concrete yet. I knew this would come eventually, and had even dreaded it a bit. Allan unfolded the paper and started hi-lighting and making notes on it. We (quietly) talked about what he wanted. Now I may have normally had a lot more to say about a few things, but seriously...it's amazing how much one flat tire changed my attitude last night.
I was very receptive and we had an amazing talk. I didn't think I would be ok with rules but I am. So I guess we are beginning a new chapter, the chapter of Renee Rules (oh and quite a few spankable offenses).